"You think he's dead?" a voice whispered.
"Dead? What the hell?" another voice hissed back. I recognized it instantly. Soren.
"Well, look at the time, Soren," the first voice replied, hushed but urgent. "He should have woken up a long time ago."
"He's tired," Soren said firmly. "He's been in the hospital for days. He finally gets to sleep comfortably for once."
What?
Their voices were muffled, because they were speaking from outside the room. I was inside the room, wrapped in unfamiliar sheets that smelled faintly of clean linen and something floral. I could hear almost everything they were saying because, frankly, they were doing a terrible job of being quiet.
"Maybe we should check on him," the other voice said. "Or call the doctor."
Call a doctor? For what?
"You're overreacting," Soren replied. "He's just resting."
"A really long rest," the voice stretched out. "What if he's dead?"
Who is dead? Where they talking about me?
"No, he's not," Soren snapped, his voice cracking just slightly. "You're scaring me, Jamie!"
Jamie.
So that was the other person's name.
"But what are the possibilities that it's not the truth?" Jamie pressed.
"Jamie…" Soren warned.
"He's been asleep since yesterday," Jamie continued anyway, "and now it's five in the evening of the next day."
"What?" I shouted, my eyes flying open.
Pain exploded behind my eyes as I jolted upright. The room spun violently, like the floor had decided to tilt just to mess with me. The door burst open immediately, and two figures rushed in at the same time.
"Are you okay?" they both asked, voices overlapping, panic written all over their faces.
My head throbbed fiercely, like someone was squeezing my skull from the inside. I hissed, pressing both hands to my temples, my vision blurring at the edges.
"Should I call the doctor?" Soren asked, already reaching for his phone.
"I…" I tried to speak, but the pain flared again, sharp and nauseating.
"I'm calling the doctor," Jamie said immediately.
"Maybe we should get him in the car and drive him to the hospital," Soren added, pacing now.
"Great idea," Jamie said. "I'll get Pete."
Jamie turned and bolted for the door.
"Stop!" I shouted.
Both of them froze mid-step and turned to stare at me like I'd just screamed my own death sentence.
"I'm okay," I said quickly, forcing the words out. "I just… sat up too fast. Everything's spinning."
They didn't look convinced.
"You sure?" they asked in unison.
"Yes," I replied, swallowing hard. "Can I just… get a glass of water?"
They hesitated, scanning my face like they expected me to collapse again.
"On it," Jamie said finally, disappearing down the hallway.
Within seconds, far too fast for someone who had supposedly left the room, he was back with a glass of water. Both of them hovered close as I took it, their eyes glued to my face like they were waiting for me to keel over mid-sip.
The cool water helped. Slowly, the spinning eased. The pounding in my head dulled to a manageable ache.
I exhaled shakily and lowered the glass.
Only then did I really look at them.
Soren stood closest to the bed, his posture tense despite the forced calm on his face. He was beautiful in a way that wasn't loud but commanding. The kind of beauty that made people listen before he even spoke.
His green hair fell neatly around his face, soft but deliberate, and his pale gray eyes were sharp with concern. He had that composed, elegant presence, the kind that screamed authority even without effort. A classy omega boss look. The type that made you want to bow down just because he was in your presence
Jamie, on the other hand, was different.
He stood a little farther back, hands clasped behind him, worry etched across his freckled face. His ginger hair was slightly messy, like he'd run his fingers through it too many times. His green eyes were bright and expressive, full of life and emotion. He had a softer kind of beauty. He looked cute, approachable, and warm. The type that made people feel safe just by standing near him. He was definitely what you would call a cutie patootie.
Were there only pretty people in this pack?
Omegas would kill to look like these two.
Jamie was exactly the type most alphas went crazy over. A cute face, freckles, ginger hair, green eyes and not too tall. The kind of omega that would be chased, claimed, fought over.
And Soren…
Soren was in a league of his own.
I glanced down at myself, suddenly aware of my reflection in the darkened window across the room. Silver-blonde hair, amber eyes. Plain. Ordinary. Nothing special.
"You sure you're okay?" Soren asked again, his voice softer now.
"Yes," I replied honestly.
I hesitated, then pointed weakly at Jamie. "Who are you?"
Jamie blinked, then broke into a bright smile. "Hi. I'm Jamie."
"I'm so sorry," Soren sighed. "I completely forgot to introduce him."
"Yep," I muttered. "Too busy arguing about whether I was dead or not."
They both looked at each other, eyes widening.
"Yes," I added dryly. "I heard you."
"You can't blame us," Jamie said quickly. "You were asleep for so long."
"Since last night," Soren added. "Do you know what time it is? It's almost six in the evening."
"I've been here since ten this morning," Jamie said. "And you've been asleep the whole time."
My stomach chose that exact moment to growl really loud.
The room went silent.
I felt heat rush to my face. "I'm so sorry," I said, mortified.
Then they burst out laughing.
"It's okay," Soren said, amusement softening his features. "Janette made something for you."
"Her food is delicious," Jamie added. "The only reason I come here."
"I can hear you," Soren said flatly.
"What?" Jamie shrugged innocently. "It's an open secret."
I couldn't help it. I laughed. quietly at first, then a little more freely.
They turned to me surprised and then started laughing too.